Short Signage Poems
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a signage in the park exclaims
pause awhile here for Jesus
two young men chaperone
our aroused curiosity
what do you want for your family
is the question to us they posed
there is no one here, we answer
hoping that they will understand
Hanging from porches in rural Pa.,
Right next to the signage for Trump,
Confederate flags were a'fluttering there
And my heart seemed to thumpity-thump.
It's everyone's right to display what he likes -
That's what great in the US of A -
But a symbol divisive as that seems to me
Meant to keep non-agreers at bay.
A car was parked illegally;
The hydrant wasn’t cleared,
Plus it was by a nursing home
And might have interfered.
I never would have noticed it,
But signage did impart
That a tow truck would be coming
‘Cause the engine wouldn’t start.
Thee note said “Please!” perhaps to cops
Who rarely have the choice
About issuing a ticket to
A reprobate Rolls Royce!
Where did our common sense go?
Did we throw it overboard?
Did starting over call for
Common sense to be ignored?
In my mind a thought took space
While peering down a castle wall;
Odd...
No rail?
No signage in my face?
Left to my senses not to fall?
This thought then forged a finite shape,
One single word did sum it all;
One word back home you can't escape...
Sue!
Our wont to Sue
Sue one
Sue all.
I received a ten dollar off coupon for my birthday
It said I could even use it on a ten- dollar item!
Today I wished I had used it
when I saw the hardware store had gone out of business.
At this time of year there are usually outside plants all around the store.
Nothing was there, the signage was down, the windows showed empty shelves.
I wondered what happened to the cat who used to hide under the outside plants.
To those
who gave up everything
they knew, they lived, they loved,
To give me
my Today
my American day:
Were that small
leaking stinking wooden ship
sailing today
bound for America,
And they be
crowded on the bow
watching in great anticipation
as an unknown skyline
emerges from the mist...
What would they see?
A gate across the waters...?
Signage saying
No Admittance.
No immigrants allowed.
And a statue weeping.
Darkness comes around
Seeking brand new grounds
So much of disdain
In reckless refrain
Darkness in shadows
Spreads out to swallow
So much of heavy
In pitch black gravy
Darkness in mad reach
Seeking yet to teach
So much of latching
In tipsy matching
Darkness flavours bleak
Signage spilling tweaks
So much now bleaching
In gloomy twitching
Darkness now astounds
Reaping clustered grounds
Leon Enriquez
06 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT